autumn landscape by Kristina Woodhillmight you be walking this way again
slight, alone, bundled in low mutters
head still, my gargoyle eyes keep you in sight
my intent aspect and held breath magnify you
clues cover you like an old cardigan
carved bone buttons, loose or fallen
a knobby trail left to the curious
foot fall, ankles twisting slightly
frowns flicker, but my chiseled
brow furrows more deeply
as threads of frost seem
to string out, dragging
on wrapped feet,
shuffling toward
the steadily
crackling
encircling
brink of
ice
10/04/2009 Posted on 10/04/2009 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
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Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/04/09 at 06:36 PM Wonderful stroke this: "bundled in low mutters". And the whole of it, too. Somewhere in our agrarian hearts it is still that magic time of the year that once swept us onto America's fields,in a quake of harvest. Delighted. Thanks.
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Posted by George Hoerner on 10/04/09 at 07:40 PM Such an enthralling write Kristina. Diminishing in size but certainly not in meaning. Very nice! |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/04/09 at 11:08 PM An amazing poem Kristina, that by far does its title justice. Adds to favorites. |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 10/05/09 at 02:06 AM A wonderful construction and use of language! |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/06/09 at 04:59 AM The personification of the season is really cool and then the way you show its disappearance into winter with the line construction requires the reader to make less and less of autumn as the inevitable transition occurs. Third stanza is my favorite. |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/06/09 at 05:14 AM Oh, MAN but this poem!! Form, alliteration, "bundled in low mutters" along with the mysterious voice and subject all make this an amazing read!!! |
Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 10/08/09 at 06:46 PM This is very evocative of the season, but in an indirect and subtler way, with just words here and there to suggest the season - cardigan, frost, crackling - and a slightly unsettling, even pre-Halloween, tone. Nicely constructed too, with the decreasing syllables and the form on the page. Really fine piece! d:-) |
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